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Tears: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Heaven-moving pearls.— K. J. ii. 1

Let me wipe off this honourable dew, That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks: TEARS,--continued, My heart hath melted at a lady's tears, Being an ordinary inundation; But this effusion of such manly drops, This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul, Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven— K. J. v. 2

Figur'd quite o'er with burning meteors.— T.G. iii. 1

Silver-shedding tears. Those eyes of thine, from mine have drawn salt tears, Sham'd their aspects with store of childish drops.— R. III, i. 2.

My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows could not thence exhale, Thy beauty hath and made them blind with weeping.— R. III. i. 2.

Sad unhelpful tears. I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.— H. VIII. iii. 2.

And wet his grave with my repentant tears.— R. III. i. 2.

Thy heart is big; get thee apart and weep, Passion, I see, is catching; for mine eyes, Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,— J.C. iii. 1.

Begin to water. See, see, what showers arise, Blown with the windy tempest of my heart.— H. VI. PT. III. ii. 5.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd Those waters from me which I would have stopp'd; But I had not so much of man in me, But all my mother came into mine eyes,— H. V. iv. 6

And gave me up to tears. Raining the tears of lamentation.— L. L. v. 2

Friends, I owe more tears,— J.C. v. 3

To this dead man, than you shall see me pay. The best brine a maiden can season her praise in.— A. W. i. I.

When I did name her brothers, then fresh tears Stood on her cheeks; as doth the honey dew Upon a gather'd lily almost wither'd.— Tit. And. iii. 1.

And he, a marble to her tears, is washed by them, and relents not.— M. M. iii. 1.

Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villany is not without such rheum; And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency.— K. iv. 3

Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows Which show like grief itself, but are not so: For sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, Divides one thing entire to many objects; Like pérspectives, which, rightly gaz'd upon, Show nothing but confusion; ey'd awry, Distinguish form: so your sweet majesty, Looking awry upon your lord's departure, Finds shapes of grief, more than himself, to wail; Which, look'd on as it is, is nought but shadows Of what is not.— R. II. ii. 2.

Alas, poor man! grief hath so wrought on him, He takes false shadows for true substances. Tit. And. iii.

And Sighs

- The tide! Why, man, if the river were dry, I am able to fill it with my tears; if the wind were down, I could drive the boat with my sighs.— T.G. ii..